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December 4, 2012 / barton smock

I wanted to tell you sweetly

of
velvet crow.

     what moving here
might mean.

that waking
beside you
is old; and land. that the land
beside you

is asleep. beside it

a creature
indigenous
to another.

that something
in me
is rich. not to place

in drawers
used

tape. that if a train

is crowded, it is crowded

with libertine

balloons.

the word chthonic.

     flatlands, or lowered

beds, when we get there

the top bunk
is yours.

June 22, 2012 / barton smock

last man on earth

or the last
to be

invisible

May 30, 2012 / barton smock

the meek, the meek

i.

in him like the sewing needle of god’s mother; is lightning.

in you a koan.

ii.

now that she wants the surgery removed
they tell her
the womb
is a hook
that looks like a womb.

iii.

everywhere work.
stalks
pitch

the golden blood
of brooms.

iv.

mother in her rocker
her eyes
tire swings
her tongue

a cat’s tail.

v.

fourteen
my sister
martyrs herself
under the monkey
mad
in the stoplight.

vi.

in a church
hangs a coat
with a man
in it.

vii.

does not break loose
like they say

all hell.